WebNovelI looked around the room, feeling a bit lost.
I had previously visited this kind of lavish manor. During my days with Ethan, on every trip we took, he made sure to offer the best of everything-luxury cars, fine wine, jewelry, you nit.
I should've been enjoying myself, feeling completely satisfied, but deep down, there was always a sense of unease. It was like all of this was just smoke and mirrors-fading away instantly. A fleeting illusion. Something that would leavelying awake at night, tears soaking my pillow.
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at myself. Had I ever truly let go? No. It was all just pretending, deceiving myself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut the past was over... and it needed to be. It was tto pick myself up and move forward.
I quickly got up and freshened up. When I looked in the mirror, I was no longer confused.
I opened the door, and Rowan was waiting downstairs.
When he saw me, he cover, took my hand, and kissed the back of it lightly. "Good morning, Ms. Wiley. Did you sleep well?" I smiled politely and pulled my hand away as I said, "Thanks to you, I slept perfectly. When are we leaving for Melando?" "We can leave now." Rowan snapped his fingers, and the butler immediately appeared, respectfully bringing my luggage and draping a mink coat over my shoulders.
Such an extravagant life.
When I sat in his Rolls-Royce, I suddenly remembered the last tI raced with Ethan-it seemed like it was on a rainy night in Lendora.
We were young back then, naively believing that love could conquer all. Now, I was sitting in another man's car, headed to another country to start a new chapter of my life. Life had always been unpredictable. Who could've seen this coming? "The private jet is ready. We'll take off in 30 minutes," Rowan's voice broughtback to reality.
I nodded and looked out the window.
Lendora's morning was foggy. The streets were empty. This city had held so many memories forshappy, ssad. Now, it was tto say goodbye.
The plane took off smoothly, cutting through the clouds and shooting into the sky. I leaned back in the plush leather seat, staring out the window at the sea of clouds.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRowan sat next to me, calmly reviewing documents, completely unbothered. With his business-like composure and the powerful air of a businessman, they showed just how exceptional he was.
If this had been before, I might have felt drawn to him, maybe even fallen for him at first sight. But now, none of that held any appeal for me. Aff cared about was advancing my career and letting my company's success shine worldwide.
Maybe love just wasn't meant for me.
At Melando's airport, Rowan's assistant, Zac Fisher, had been o'm waiting at the VIP tensinal for a while. He spoke fluent Vallerian while dragging my huge suitcases, eagerly escorting us to a limousine.
"Ms. Wiley, Rovera's headquarters is in downtown Melando. We'll take you to familiarize yourself with the area first and we'll discuss the details of our partnership tomorrow." Rowan was all business, his face el unreadable. I let out a quiet sigh of relief. It seemed his friendly gestures last night were just that nothing more.
Melando's streets were wide and ancient, with Erudian-style buildings lining up in up in rows fashion and history collided here, creating a unique charm. This city is the fashion capital of the world and the dream destination for designers everywhere. And here, my career would begin anew.
Before long, the car pulled up to Rovera Group's Vallerian office.
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